Frank stood his ground, waiting.


    As the first goon swung his machete, he suddenly moved as fast as lightning when the tip of the de


    was inches from his nose. Helen could not see what he did, but the goon was suddenly screaming and


    on his knees, his machete already in Frank''s hand.


    Even before the goon could catch his breath, he screamed even as he watched Frank raise his foot.


    "N-No!!!" Nheless, Frank sent him flying with a kick, leaving his chest sunken and no longer able to


    scream.


    He was clearly dead! ng! At the stime, Frank had nonchntly raised the machete behind himself,


    parrying the machete of another goon trying to blindside him.


    He pivoted and punched the goon in the head so hard that he smashed it in.


    While he did, he did not forget to kick another goon in the shin, breaking his leg! Crack! "Argh!" The


    goon dropped his weapon and tried to flee despite the limp, but he suddenly heard the sound of metal


    piercing sh.


    He paused, looked down to find the tip of a machete sticking out of his chest, and dropped to the


    ground in endless regret. "H-He''s a martial artist..." "What?!" The sight of the goons being mercilessly


    sliced through like vegetables left rk and Gable stunned.


    They did not expect Frank to be that good-their goon friends had ruled the streets for years and were


    each as bloodthirsty as they were ruthless. So how were they being ughtered so easily?! As their


    legs began to shake, Gable was the first to cto his son, ge have to get out of here..... He''s a martial


    artist! We''d never win!" Even as he said that, he had pushed the petrified rk away while he ran


    alone toward his car.


    "You''re running?" Frank, however, could see the fleeing Gable and promptly picked up a machete,


    which he threw at the man.


    "Argh!" dropped to the floor and turned find get his t the machete had sent leg clean off from the kneet


    Content W belongs to englishS Even as he bled and howled in pain, Frank ignored him and turned to


    rk.


    Still, he suddenly felt lucky that he did not try to run like his brother, or his legs would be gone too.


    Amid the panic, he saw that Luna was beside him...


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    Meanwhile, Frank continued to ughter the goons for a minute.


    After that, he threw away the machete he was holding.


    The thirtyish goons were all dead-even the ones who saw that things had gone really bad and tried to


    run.


    On the other hand, Frank straightened his shirt, which somehow did not have a single stter of blood


    despite the corpses around him.


    Then, he walked up to rk with a smile. "There. Leave no evidence... Am I doing it right?